In desperation, the foreign priest blurted out that all spoke English in his native language. Except for him, only Wu Chaoyue could understand it. Yuan Wuba saw a blond and blue-eyed foreigner chatting at him, and his expression seemed to be very angry. He was naturally very timid in his heart and asked Wu Chaoyue: "Master Wu, what is this foreigner talking about?"

Wu Chaoyue ignored Yuan Wuba and asked the priest of the foreign country: "Dear priest, saints from the West, which country did you come from?"

"United States of America." Father Nayang answered truthfully and introduced himself: "My name is Martin White. I am very happy to know you, my dear Chinese friend."

"I am also very happy to know you, respected Mr. Martin." Wu Chaoyue nodded and smiled, and introduced himself: "My name is Chaoyue Wu, and he is the grandson of Jian Zhang Wu, the supervisor of Shanghai Customs of China. If I remember correctly, your country's consul in Shanghai is Mr. Qi Liyun, right?"

"YES, YES." Father Martin, Nayang, was very happy and nodded, "The consul of our country in Shanghai is Mr. Qi Liyun, and I am still very familiar with him."

Wu Chaoyue smiled and nodded again, then turned to Yuan Wuba who was already dizzy when he heard it, and said in a bad tone: "Tao Yuan, I'm sorry, it seems that I can't go to the county government with you. Not only can I not go to the county government with you, I also have to invite you to the concession, please."

"Why?" Yuan Wubada was shocked and asked in surprise: "Why should I go to the concession?"

"Why?" Wu Chaoyue's tone was even worse, "You deliberately favored the criminal who beat foreign missionaries. This foreign priest from the United States was very angry and wanted to invite you to go to the concession. He wanted to ask the American Consul Mr. Qi Liyun to uphold justice for him!"

"Where do I have it?" Yuan Wubaba was so scared that he was scattered and asked quickly: "Is there anyone who favors him? When did I favor him?"

"You go and ask them." Wu Chaoyue pointed to the girl and sneered, "You ask them, and then ask the others, did they beat this foreign priest with a boat pole just now? I explained the misunderstanding to them and the foreign priest, but you wanted to arrest me instead. The foreign priest was very angry and asked you to go to the concession and explain it clearly in front of Consul Jin Nengheng! Otherwise, he would go to the yamen in person and personally seek justice from your uncle Yuanxianzun!"

In this era, the only one in the Qing Dynasty who was not afraid of foreigners was probably Wu Chaoyue's comprador Wu Jianzhang - he was not afraid of it because he could communicate normally. So after hearing Wu Chaoyue's words, Yuan Wuba was shocked and could only send his subordinates to investigate the real cause of the matter. Wu Chaoyue turned to the foreign priest Martin and said seriously: "Dear priest, it seems that we are in trouble. This consent suspects that you are not a real missionary, but a liar from the United States, pretending to be a priest preacher, so he not only wants to arrest me, but also wants to arrest you together."

"I am a priest from the American Presbyterian Church, and all Americans in the Concession can prove me!" Father Martin was furious when he heard this, and immediately showed his cross and the Bible.

"But he doesn't believe it at all, Mr. priest," Wu Chaoyue shrugged helplessly and suggested kindly: "Mr. priest, why don't you do this? Let's take advantage of me to translate it here. Let's take the Mr. Together to take the concession to see the church you live in, and ask your American friend to prove your identity and apologize to you in person."

"OK! I'm very happy!" Father Martin agreed, and without saying a word, he pulled Yuan Wuba and said in extremely stiff Chinese: "Don't you believe it? Concession, let's go to Concession."

After being pulled by Father Martin, covered in golden retrievers, Yuan Wuba's three souls flew away six souls. While struggling, he said to Wu Chaoyue: "Master Wu, what is this foreign gentleman going to do? Why did he pull me?"

"Of course I'm asking you to go to the concession." Wu Chaoyue spread his hands helplessly, then stepped forward and helped Father Martin hold Yuan Wuba's other arm, and said, "Yuan Bantu, there's really nothing I can do. You'd better accompany this foreign priest to the concession. It's okay, anyway, it's not a big deal. I'll send someone back to report a letter to your uncle Yuanxianzun, and ask him to go to the concession in person and explain it to you."

"I won't go!" Yuan Wuba's face turned pale and screamed: "I won't go to the concession! The clan uncle knew that I had provoked foreigners and asked him to go to the concession to save me. It would be strange if he didn't peel me off! Master Wu, I beg you, tell this foreign priest quickly, I won't go to the concession!"

With a "bang", Wu Chaoyue suddenly slapped Yuan Wuba's fat face, making Yuan Wuba's face bloom all over, and his fat face was oily. Then Wu Chaoyue pointed at Yuan Wuba again and shouted in English: "What did you say? Catholic priests are all liars? The Pope is even more liars? Bastard! How dare you insult the sacred Lord and insult this saint from the United States? Let me go immediately and go to the concession. I want to let you see with your own eyes whether this Mr. Martin is a real servant of God?!"

After being slapped by Wu Chaoyue, he saw Wu Chaoyue yelling at him angrily and some bird songs that he couldn't understand. Yuan Wuba was dizzy and felt even more panicked and afraid, not understanding what was going on. But Father Martin, the only one who could understand Wu Chaoyue's language, was even more angry. While drawing a cross on his chest with his right hand, he said to Wu Chaoyue: "Dear Chinese friend, you don't have to use force to move. We should take him to the concession and let him see the church I live in with his own eyes, and he will understand everything."

"OK." Wu Chaoyue nodded and said, "Father Martin, since this tolerant does not believe in you and the Lord, we can only force him to go to the concession."

After saying that, Wu Chaoyue went to force Yuan Wuba again. Father Martin also grabbed Yuan Wuba's other arm, and he was whispering, just asking Yuan Wuba to go to the church where he was staying to see with his own eyes. The Shanghai County yamen runners next to him looked at each other, and no one dared to come up to stop him - they were all afraid of the foreign priest who couldn't understand the words. Yuan Wuba was so scared that he almost cried, and kept saying to Wu Chaoyue: "Master Wu, please spare me, the little one is blind, and offend you so much before, the little one should be damned, and the little one should be beaten. You have a lot of adults, so you can't just treat me as a big deal, let it go."

At this time, a yamen runner who had already asked about the situation came up and quickly explained the facts to Yuan Wuba, confirming that the girl and others had indeed siege the foreign priest before. Yuan Wuba even complained and screamed: "Master Wu, you said you were saving foreigners just now. If you said earlier, you would not dare to invite you to the county yard with a hundred courage. Master Wu, I beg you, please, please ask this foreign priest to let me go, I will listen to you in everything."

"Stop talking nonsense!" In order to avenge the ex-master of his body, Wu Chaoyue refused to integrate feelings at all, and pulled Yuan Wuba and shouted: "You have to go today, and you have to go if you don't go! Come with me! Go to the concession!"

Next, something that even Wu Chaoyue did not expect happened. While struggling, Yuan Wuba actually knelt down on both knees and said in a crying voice: "Mr. Wu, I beg you, please beg for the foreigners for me. I really can't go to the concession! Last Qingpu lesson plan, the Qingpu people injured two foreign priests. The foreign warships drove directly to Jiangning City. The heads of the magistrate Zhou of Qingpu County were removed. If I go to the concession with you, my uncle's heads will be finished. I can't implicate him! The young man had offended you before, and I apologized for you. I kowtowed you, and you forgive me. I will never dare to do it again! I will never dare again!"

Crying, Yuan Wuba kowtowed to Wu Chaoyue repeatedly, crying bitterly and begging for mercy. When Wu Chaoyue felt very happy, Father Martin asked in confusion: "Dear Chinese friend, what happened? Why did this consenting gentleman kneel down to you, and cry so sadly?"

Wu Chaoyue did not answer immediately, but just took a look at the surrounding situation first. Seeing that the people next to him pointed at Yuan Wuba, and then saw that Yuan Wuba was crying so sadly and scared, his resentment was greatly relieved. Then he said to Father Martin in English: "Dear Mr. Father, the subordinate of this Mr. Tolerance just now, he had already asked about your identity and knew that you were a true missionary and a believer of the devout Lord. He felt ashamed, so he knelt down and prayed for our forgiveness. Are you willing to forgive him?"

"Since he has known the truth and has repented, I can certainly forgive him." Father Martin said generously.

Wu Chaoyue nodded and then thought for a moment before saying to Yuan Wuba: "Tao Yuan, I have already pleaded with Mr. Father for you just now. Mr. Father promised to forgive you, but there are two conditions. The first condition is that you will compensate ten taels of silver, and the second condition is that you must kneel down and kiss his cross and his Bible. Can you agree?"

"I promise, I promise."

Yuan Wuba nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and quickly took out ten taels of silver and held it in front of Wu Chaoyue in both hands. Wu Chaoyue snatched the silver, and then turned to Father Martin and said, "Dear Mr. priest, this Mr. Tolerance hopes to kiss your cross and the Bible in order to thank you for your forgiveness. I wonder if you are willing to accept it?"

"OK! OK!" Father Martin was amused when he heard this, and immediately took off the cross he wore and held it in front of Yuan Wuba. Yuan Wuba was not vague and immediately kissed the cross in front of thousands of people, and kissed the Bible even more devoutly.

"Poor Lamb, the Lord will forgive you." Father Martin said as he drew the cross.

"Next time, Mr. Yang will take the foreign army to the county government to settle the score with your clan uncle!" Wu Chaoyue translated like this.

When Yuan Wuba nodded desperately to thank him, Wu Chaoyue turned to the beautiful girl who was already stunned. She smiled first, then handed the money she had blackmailed from Yuan Wuba to the girl, and said, "Little girl, I just said I was wrong. I will pay you this ten taels of silver. Forget it, let's forget about our business."

The girl refused to take the money, stared at Wu Chaoyue for a while, and suddenly snorted coldly and turned around and left. Wu Chaoyue shrugged helplessly, thinking that she was indeed a little chili. No matter how beautiful such a woman is, it is best to make less trouble. Then, in order not to wake up and cause trouble, and to avoid getting beaten with a ruler after returning home, Wu Chaoyue said to Father Martin: "Dear Mr. Father, my family lives in Shanghai. I wonder if you are interested in visiting my home? My grandfather can speak English and communicate with us. You will definitely be very happy."

"That's great, I'm very happy." Father Martin was overjoyed and immediately agreed. Wu Chaoyue was very happy to hear that. With Father Martin, who was a foreigner, Wu Jianzhang would never greet him with a ruler. So Wu Chaoyue came forward to lead the way for Father Martin. Several tycoons led by Wu Dasai also took the opportunity to get rid of the entanglement of the Shanghai County yamen runners, surrounded Wu Chaoyue and Father Martin and entered the city in a swagger. The Shanghai County yamen runners didn't even dare to take a breath, and just watched Wu Chaoyue and others leave.

It was also after Wu Chaoyue and his group walked away that Yuan Wuba stood up with the help of his subordinates. He first wiped the sweat and tears from his fat face, then patted his chest and said, "Damn, I'm so scared. If I really want to go to the concession, my clan uncle will definitely say that he will not let me go. By the way, when can the little slut in Wu say such a fluent foreign language? Have you never heard of it before?"

After muttering, Yuan Wuba spat out another thick phlegm and cursed: "It's a thief! Grandpa is a fake foreigner, and grandson is even more fake foreigner. It's really a family-born skill!"
Chapter completed!